Masciotro cried when she saw us.“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. M., and Ms. Nonna,” Lynette said with a huge smile.“Hi, Momma, Papa, Nonna,” Eda s...aid as she stepped up to her grandmother to give her a hug.E’s grandmother engaged her granddaughter in a spirited, Italian conversation. E’s body language and hand gestures suggested that she was describing our hallway concert for Lisa and some of the other kids in this wing of the hospital.“Wea come to see my bambalina before shea go to sleep,” Mrs.. Small, dainty, red haired and obviously fond of the sea, even at this time of year! She's a little older than I am and seems to think I'm a real heroine. Embarrassing, really - being treated like that. I'd say she was a knowing little thing - been through a lot in a short time and hard as they come, but nice with it."She doesn't like Angela and when she told me why the Inspectors were so rough with her, I could see why. The prisoner is no lady, it would seem! Made my stomach heave! But women. "I haven't. It's a little weird." Don't worry about it. I think you look really sexy, even for a cousin." We both laughed a little. She pushed a finger inside her opening. Her lips folded in a little as she curled her upper body to reach further inside herself. She was lippier than me. I liked watching her. "Do you like penetration?" Yes, but I mostly stay out here," I stroked my clit to show her. A wave of pleasure coursed through me and I sighed heavily, my legs reacting a bit. I rubbed. I don't want him to know that I was swept of my feet that easily, I'm afraid that could be a turn off... And, as he could hear my inner dialogue, he steps back away from me, looking at me again with those hellish eyes. That's it, I can't help it, it's useless. Fuck resistance, fuck shame, fuck the bloody toilet, I just want him inside! I was about to reach his belt when I heard him saying:”I wouldn't dare to hope you can be so perfect.” My nipples hardened of his voice and I could only think.